Universal peace prayer

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  1. Lead us from death to life, from falsehood to truth, From despair to hope, from fear to trust, lead us from hatred to love, from war to peace; let peace fill our hearts, let peace fill our world, let peace fill our universe.

    Still all the angry cries, still all the angry guns, Still now your people die, earth's sons and daughters. Let Justice roll, let mercy pour down, come and teach us Your way of compassion.

    Lead us from death to life, from falsehood to truth, from despair to hope, from fear to trust, lead us from hatred to love, from war to peace; let peace fill our hearts, let peace fill our world, let peace fill our universe.

    So many lonely hearts, so many broken lives, longing for love to break into their darkness. Come, teach us love, come, teach us peace, come and teach us Your way of compassion.

    Lead us from death to life, from falsehood to truth, From despair to hope, from fear to trust, lead us from hatred to love, from war to peace; peace fill our hearts, let peace fill our world, let peace fill our universe.

    Let justice ever roll, let mercy fill the earth, let us begin to grow into your people. We can be love, we can be peace, we can be Your way of compassion.

    Lead us from death to life, from falsehood to truth, from despair to hope, from fear to trust, lead us from hatred to love, from war to peace; Let peace fill our hearts, let peace fill our world, let peace fill our universe........

    " Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace !!! "
     
  2. This Kipling one old and wise, but it's still a good read today; ~



    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
    But make allowance for their doubting too,
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
    If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
    If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breath a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
    If all men count with you, but none too much,
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
     
  3. I'm sorry that you're hurting so desperately right now.
    I know how painful the seconds, and minutes, and days can be, how long the nights are.
    I understand how very hard hanging on is, and how much courage it takes.
    I ask though that you hold onto one day at a time.
    Just one day, and slowly this despair will pass.
    The feelings you fear you're trapped in will serve their purpose, and then fade away.
    Difficult to imagine isn't it?
    Almost impossible to believe when every cell in your body
    it seems cries out in agony, desperately in need of comfort.
    When it feels like the only thing in the whole world that can touch
    your pain and banish it is beyond your grasp.
    And after all this time, the assurance that you will heal
    has become an empty, broken promise.
    Just let one tiny cell in your body continue to believe in the promise of healing.
    Just one. You can surrender every other cell to your despair.
    Just that one little cell of faith that you can heal and be whole again
    is enough to keep you going, is enough to lead you through the darkness.
    Although it can't banish your suffering, it can sustain you
    until the time comes for you to let your pain go.
    And the letting go can only occur in it's own time,
    as much as we would like to push the pain away forever.
    Hold on.
    Hold on to appreciate the beauty of the earth,
    to feel the songs of the birds in your heart,
    to learn and to teach,
    to laugh a genuine laugh,
    to dance on the beach,
    to rest peacefully,
    to experience contentment,
    to want to be no other place but in the here and now,
    to trust in yourself,
    and to trust your life.
    Hold on because it's worth the terrible waiting.
    Hold on because you are worthy.
    Hold on because the wisdom that will follow you out of this darkness will be a tremendous gift.
    Hold on because you have so much love and joy waiting to be experienced.
    Hold on because life is precious, even though it can bring terrible losses.
    Hold on because there is so much that you can't now imagine waiting ahead on your journey
    ...a destiny that only you can fulfill.
    Hold on although your exhausted and your grasp is shaky,
    and you want more than anything to let go sometimes, hold on even though.
    Please hold on.
    So much in life can be difficult, even impossible to understand.
    I know, I know...So many of us have cried in despair, why? why? Why?
    and still the answers and the comfort failed to show.
    Survival can be a long and lonely road,
    in spite of all those who've stumbled down the path before you.
    And it can be a treacherous, torturous journey...
    so easy to get lost, and yet impossible to avoid even one painful step.
    And the light, the light at the end of the dark tunnel for so long cannot be seen,
    although eventually you'll begin to feel its' warmth as you move forward.
    And forward you must move
    in order to get through the hell of remembering, of despair, of rage, of grief.
    Keep looking forward please.
    Rest if you must,
    doubt your ability to survive the journey if you have to,
    but never let go of the guide ropes,
    although when you close your fingers around them, your hands feel empty,
    they are there.
    Please trust me, they are there.
    When you're exhausted, when all you have to count on is a weakened, weary faith,
    hold on.
    When you think you want to die,
    hold on until you recognize that it's not death you seek,
    but for the pain to go away.
    Hold on, because this darkness will surely fade away.
     
  4. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Hippy John, about the Kipling thing... there's a great hilarious take-off on it, about cats, in Henry Beard's book POETRY FOR CATS. You'll laugh yourself silly.:laugh:

    least

    PS; I like your submissions.:smile:
     
  5. Hello,

    could you post up a link to it if possible?

    Merci beaucoup, john.
     
  6. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Hippy John;

    Can't post a link cause it's from an actual book and I wouldn't know how to post a link if it were on the web...but here's the poem:laugh:

    IF by Rudyard Kipling's cat

    If you can disappear when all about you
    Are madly searching for you everywhere,
    And then just when they start to leave without you,
    Turn up as if you always were right there;
    If you can shed your hair in any season,
    And cough up half of all that you devour,
    And rush from room to room without a reason,
    Then sit and stare at nothing for an hour;

    If you can kill the baby birds that twitter,
    But not the voles that eat bulbs by the score;
    If you can scatter heaps of kitty litter,
    Yet still leave droppings strewn across the floor;
    If you can tear a precious rug to tatters,
    But keep your scratching post unmarked by claw;
    If you can play with china till it shatters,
    But never touch your cat toys with a paw;

    If you can try to nap where someone's sitting,
    Although there is another empty chair,
    Then rub against his ankle without quitting
    Until he rises from your favorite lair;
    If you can whine and whimper by a portal
    Until the bolted door is opened wide,
    Then howl as if you've got a wound that's mortal
    Until he comes and lets you back inside;

    If you can give a guest a nasty spiking,
    But purr when you are petted by a thief;
    If you can find the food not to your liking
    Because they put some cheese in with the beef;
    If you can leave no proffered hand unbitten,
    And pay no heed to any rule or ban,
    Then all will say you are a Cat, my kitten,
    And - which is more - you'll make a fool of Man!

    by Henry Beard, from his book POETRY FOR CATS

    Villard Books, c. 1994

    Hilarious, no?:biggrin: :laugh: :cool:
     
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    Yeash, t'waz a good one! Lol :clap:



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